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Chapter 3 : All the right reasons.
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Chapter 3: All the right reasons.
“We need to talk,” someone said, resting a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco looked unfazed by the person who was gripping his shoulder as he continued to play with his dessert.
“Mmm, about what?” Draco muttered, as he set his spoon down and rested his head on the table.
“About your current dilemma.” Inwardly, he groaned before he sighed and replied, “Maybe later, Blaise.”
“Maybe, now,” Blaise replied as he tugged on Draco's cloak. He hated being left in the dark and he be damned if he didn't find out what his best friend was planning with a certain Gryffindor.
“Fine!” Draco snapped, a frown on his face as he got up and began walking towards the exit. “Annoying prick.”
“Son of a bitch,” Blaise replied just as coldly as he followed Draco from out of the Great Hall. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Really, what is there to explain?” Draco hissed as they left the Great and began walking to the Slytherin Common Room.
“Don't play dumb, Draco, what were you doing with that mudblood?” Blaise said, walking beside his friend.
“You wouldn't understand even if I did tell you.” Draco said
“Try me.” Blaise said as he halted and stared at Draco's back.
Draco looked in front of him, unseeing, as he stopped in his tracks. He smirked as he said, “I have a plan.”
Blaise looked at him questioningly before it dawned on him, “For the arranged marriage?”
Blaise raised an eyebrow and said, “Well, let's hear it.”
“Mother told me if I found a girlfriend and presented her during the Christmas break then the marriage contract would break and I wouldn't have to get married when I turn 18.” Draco said, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
Blaise stared at him for a moment before he said, “So, all of this is to get you out of marrying Astoria Greengrass. Correct?”
“Exactly.” He replied smirking.
“I don't think it would be that easy. She's obsessed with you.” Blaise said thoughtfully.
Draco shrugged and his smirked widened, “What can I say? I'm just so irresistible.”
Blaise rolled his eyes and said, “Sure you are. Like I said, it won't be easy with Astoria trying to make the marriage happen.”
“I don't care what that annoying woman does. I am not going to marry her.” Draco sneered as he glared at Blaise.
“Why not? Are you looking for that 'special person'? Do you want to fall in love?” Blaise sneered, watching for Draco's reaction.
Draco smirked and said, “Like I, Draco Malfoy, would succumb to something so pointless and pathetic as love. I just don't like that woman and there no way in hell I am going to be tied down to a woman right after I graduate.”
Blaise smirked and said, “So you're really going through with this aren't you? You're actually going to become that mudblood's boyfriend?”
“Yes, I am, it can't be that hard.” Draco said
“I must ask though, why the mudblood?” Blaise asked, very curious on his friend's choice.
Draco smirked, “It was an easy catch.”
Blaise smirked and replied, “I didn't think you would be the type of person that would go for an easy catch.”
Draco glared and muttered something incoherently before he said, “I don't really care who I go with as long as that person gets me out of this marriage. Besides, it'll bring a rise out of father to know that I'm going out with a mudblood.”
Blaise laughed and said, “Merlin, knows you love to do that.”
Draco shrugged before he stretched and began walking again, Blaise trailing behind him.
“I hope you know what you're doing.” Blaise said as they turned a corner.
Draco ran a hand through his blond hair and smirked, “Don't worry, I have everything under control.”
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“Hermione...” someones voice broke through the darkness that surrounded her and she snapped her eyes open to only to be blocked by red.
“G-Ginny?” She said as she stifled a yawn and stretched. She looked around and found that dinner was over and everyone had already cleared out.
'I must have fallen asleep.' She thought as her gaze rested back on Ginny, who was indeed in front of her.
“What are you doing here, Ginny?” She questioned as she stood up from the table and grabbed her bag from the ground.
“Oh...uh...I heard that you were still in the Great hall so I came to see if you were alright.” Ginny said fiddling with her robes
“Thanks for the concern, Ginny, I'm fine.” She smiled and began to walk.
“Hermione,” Ginny called out as she was a few feet away when Hermione halted in her steps she continued, “If its not much of a problem...I mean...can I...may...can I join you? I need to talk to you.”
“Of course.” She said smiling as she turned around towards her friend.
Ginny smiled and said, “Where are you going anyway?”
“To the common room,” Hermione said.
Ginny looked uneasy at those words and said, “I don't think you would want to go there now, Hermione.”
Hermione cast her a questioning look, “Why not?”
Ginny bit her lip and sighed, “It doesn't matter.”
Hermione shrugged before she said, “If you say so,” before silence enveloped the two.
Ginny sighed silently as the two walked in silence, only the tapping of their shoes could be heard. She bit her lip as she walked a few steps behind Hermione.
“Hermione...” Ginny said as she stopped in front of the Fat Lady.
“Password?” The Fat Lady said in annoyance as she opened one of her eyes.
“Stolen Pride” Hermione proclaimed and the portrait door flew open. Ginny watched as Hermione climbed inside of the portrait and blinked.
“Well, aren't you going in?” The Fat Lady said in a posh voice, “I haven't got all day, dear.”
Ginny nodded and said, “Sorry,” before she entered the Common Room.
She gazed at the Common Room filled with Gryffindors. They stopped talking as she entered the Common Room, she cast them a confused glance but only got a shrug in return from Collin Creevy. She sighed as she walked towards the stairs where the girl dormitories were.
“Ginny,” A voice towards the stairs said, she instantly recognized it was Hermione voice. “What took so long?”
“Nothing,” She said grinning as she reached the stairs and started to ascend them. “Look, I need to talk to you.”
“Alright, we'll go to my dormitory then.” Hermione suggested and Ginny nodded before they started up the stairs. In a flash, the silence was shattered as the Gryffindors began to talk.
“So, Granger and Malfoy are going out then?”
“That's what I heard.”
“I've heard they've been going out since second year and just been playing pretend but now they feel like they don't need to hide anymore.”
“Their so bloody nosy, why can't they mind their own business.” Hermione muttered as they heard the conversation from downstairs. “They’re probably having a grand time down there talking about me like I'm some kind of material doll.” She continued her rant.
“But...” Ginny began before stopping herself in mid sentence. Hermione looked at her for a second before saying, “But what, Ginny?”
“Is it true?” She blurted before she gasped and cover her mouth.
“That Mal...Draco and I are going out?” She questioned,
“Yes,” she muttered expecting Hermione to say that wasn't any of her business and to leave it alone but she didn't expect...
“I wanted to try something...different.” A response like that.
“What do you mean something different?” She questioned as Hermione stopped in front of a door that said, “Seventh Year Girl's Dormitories” Hermione opened the door and entered with Ginny following her.
The Girl dormitory was currently empty of any girls. It was neat and had five poster beds. It smelt of lavender and strawberries. Hermione stepped inside and went to the bed near the window. She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her. She smiled at Ginny and said, “Sit.”
Ginny blinked before she nodded and crossed the room and sat on the bed.
“I mean, I'm tired of me going after Ron. For one, your brother is dense and has an emotion capacity of a teaspoon. Second, he doesn't consider others feelings. He leads me on then goes to Lavender. So I've decided to play a ga...”She stopped and glanced at Ginny who was listening raptly to her reason.
Ginny was a good friend and she wouldn't babble to her brother anything that Hermione would say but revealing her plans so early in the game wasn't such a good strategy, and she needed a good strategy if she had any chance of winning this.
“So, I've decided to move on and go out with someone. I chose Mal...Draco.” She said, covering up her slip.
“But...of all the people...” Ginny trailed off.
“Why...Draco?” Hermione finished off for her.
She nodded and shivered, “Yeah,”
“Um...I guess...it was just meant to be.” Hermione more like suggested then stated, though Ginny did not catch the tone in her voice.
Ginny blinked and laid back on the bed before grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly, “Meant to be?” she echoed.
“Yeah, I guess,” Hermione said, she really hoped Ginny would stop questioning her.
“But what about Ron?” Ginny asked, curiously “Certainly you haven't forgotten your feelings for him...”
“What about Ronald?” She said sharply, her brown eyes becoming a darker shade. “I gave him a chance and all I got in return was a broken heart. I...I haven't forgotten my feelings for him but I hope I will.”
Ginny gazed at Hermione for a while before she said, “I...I hope Malfoy makes you happy.”
Hermione had to stifle a laugh as she heard that. If only she knew that it was all a ploy just to get Ron. If Ginny really knew her, she would know that someone like Malfoy would never make her happy.
“Thank you for understanding,” Hermione smiled at her and gave her a hug before getting up and straitening her uniform before she stretched and said, “Well, I have prefect duties. Feel free to stay here if you want.”
Ginny sat up and said quietly, “Though...I'm scared for you.”
Hermione blinked before she questioned, “Why would you be scared for me?”
When Ginny was silent, Hermione sighed, “Look Ginny, I have to go.” And she started walking towards the door.
“He might hurt you.” Ginny blurted out, clutching the pillow tightly to her chest as Hermione grabbed hold of the doorknob and turned it.
“It won't matter even if he tried,” She said it so quietly that not even Ginny heard Hermione fully, even in the deathly silence of the dormitory.
Ginny studied the floor for a moment and blinked then said, “What do...?” She trailed off as she looked at where Hermione once stood near the door. She cursed and threw the pillow that she was holding on the floor; Hermione was gone, leaving Ginny with more questions than answers.
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